There was nobody for the moment on the hill behind me, so I slipped into the covert, shoved the bicycle under the bridge, and hid Archie's aquascutum in a bramble thicket.

I was now in my own disreputable tweeds and I hoped that the shedding of my most conspicuous garment would puzzle my pursuers if they should catch up with me.
But this I was determined they should not do.

I made good going down that stream and out into a lane which led from the downs to the market-gardens round the city.

I thanked Heaven I had got rid of the aquascutum, for the August afternoon was warm and my pace was not leisurely.

When I was in secluded ground I ran, and when anyone was in sight I walked smartly.
As I went I reflected that Bradfield would see the end of my adventures.